YMCA 2- the docks
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YMCA 2
cajuncock
The next I rose early or so I thought. The shower room was full of men preparing for work. I recognized the two from the night time adventure. We nodded but were too busy to talk. A gruff, older man yelled "Breakfast in ten minutes lads." everyone hurried to finish up and dress. I picked out one of the two shirts I'd brought and a pair of nice pants along with a tie. I wanted to make a good impression when I went out to look for work. I locked my foot locker and went to eat.
Breakfast at the Y was a big meal of the day- eggs, ham, biscuits, and coffee, lots of coffee. I got my meal and sat at the long table next a large, muscled man. He introduced him self as Cole. I didn't ask if that was his first name or last. Between bites of his eggs he asked "You're new here?" I explained that I'd arrived the day before from Boston and hoped to find work here in the city. Cole looked me up and down, "Well, you're certainly not big enough to work the docks like most of us. Maybe Johnny over there can take you around to the offices. They're always looking for clerks." He pointed across the table to a young man I instantly recognized from the night before. Johnny was the one who occupied the bed next to mine. Johnny looked up from his meal saying " Sure, someone is always looking for a clerk."
We finished the meal and got ready to leave. On the way out I paid for the whole week in the dorms, $3. The office clerk told me that there just might be a room available the next week. We took the tram and Johnny filled me in on the job prospects and also on the activities I'd witnessed the night before. It seems that most of the clerk jobs required someone good with figures. It was one of the major subjects that I liked in school. The night time activities were another story. It was more of a helping out for the others in the dorm. Most were too poor to afford a whore so he and other young men provided substitute services to needy men. Some of the men liked rough sex. While others were more gentle. He confided that at first he resisted but eventually gave in to their desires. He also said that he really enjoyed my spending, tasty.
We arrived at the docks and Johnny took me first to his offices. He asked about possible work for me. But there was none there. He walked outside with me and pointed to a long row of warehouses. "Each of them has offices with clerks. So maybe you'll find work in one of them."
I set off down the row, stopping to ask if they needed a clerk. The third office had a sign in the window "Clerk needed". I walked in, introduced myself and asked if the job was still open. A old man with white hair and a stomach that overhung his belt sat at the front desk. He looked me up and down before pulling out a blank sheet of paper and a pencil. "Sit down young man. I'm going to dictate some figures to you. Add them up and give me a total. This would be easy for me. As he dictated the numbers I kept a running total. When he finished he said "I'll give you time to add them up." I smiled and looked up at him, handing him the paper with the totals. He paused, looked at them comparing them to the list he'd used. " You're hired young man. The salary is five dollars a week for 6 days work. You'll be paid each Saturday at noon. But then I didn't get your name or address."
I replied "I'm Stan and I currently live at the Y on the square." He gruffly said "Good, you can start today. That's your space at the table in the corner. We're shipping out a large order today and you'll add the prices and note to numbers of the crates next to the prices." I was overjoyed. I had a job!
Lunch time rolled around and I was told that I had 30 minutes to eat. I rushed up to Johnny's office to tell him the good news. He offered me part of his lunch as we talked. "Sometimes the sailors from the ships will stop you and ask about a place to drink. It's code for sex. There's a bar around the corner that is known for serving their needs. But if they want a boy instead of a whore, take them to the back of the warehouses. It's safe and quiet there. You'll know what to do and they'll be grateful to you. Often they'll give you a silver dollar." I was shocked but Johnny just smiled saying "Welcome to the big city Stan."
My work day was long and the sun began to set as I left the office. I sort of got lost looking for the tram stop. As I walked looking, a sailor came up to me and asked if there was a good place to eat or drink. I remembered what Johnny had told me and replied "That depends on your taste and money. There are plenty of them available. So what are you looking for sailor?" He looked around and seeing no one he whispered "I see what I want right here. I've been at sea for six months with only our well used cabin boy for entertainment. But he was shared by the crew. I want one of my own." I nodded understanding his needs. He whispered "I have a room in a boarding house close by if you have the time." I nodded, he smiled and turned to walk away with me following.
The boarding house was only a block away and we entered through the rear stairs. In his room we quickly undressed. This was the first time that I got a good look at him. He was well built with sandy, curly hair and an impressive uncut tool hanging over an equally impressive sac. He reached out to grab my shoulder, pulling me into a deep kiss. His hands explored my now naked body. As he touched me I became instantly hard. My own tool was not as impressive as his. But he soon had his hand wrapped around it. His other hand explored my backsides while he kissed my neck and whispered "I need to be inside you." I'd never had anyone in there before and I told him so. He laughed, saying "So you're a virgin?" I nodded my head feeling foolish in front of an obviously experienced man. He pushed me back onto his narrow bed. He lay on top of me. First, licking and sucking on my ear, then moving to my neck. I moaned at the new sensations rapidly overtaking my young body.
While he licked my neck, he moved between my spread legs. I hesitated "Will it be painful?" He snickered "Only for a few minutes, then I promise to take you to heights of pleasure you've never known." He continued moving down my body, licking and sucking. When he got to my privates, he lifted my legs up staring at my quivering virgin hole. He moaned deeply at the prospect of being the first man to enter me, to invade my pure ass. He began licking and sucking on my thighs moving up to my stiff member. I remembered the sounds that I'd heard last night and now knew what Johnny had felt. At my crotch he sucked on my almost hairless sac. This set off a series of loud moans from him.
Moving backup to kiss me he reached over to the table beside the bed. In the drawer he fumbled around until he found what he was looking for- a jar of clear cream. He dipped a finger in and brought the greased digit to my rear hole. My muscles tightened, resisted at his touch on my opening. But he only persisted, gently rubbing and pushing until he gained entrance. He paused while I adjusted to the invading digit. Then adding a second finger he worked them around my hole, opening me up. His rough hands set off something inside me. It was a tingle that quickly turned into a need.
He spent a few minutes working his fingers around, often spreading them to widen my opening to receive his now hard tool. I looked down my body and saw his tool- uncut, fat and long. I wondered how something so large would ever fit inside of my small body. He leaned in giving me a deep, passionate kiss as his fingers worked on me. Pleasure I'd never known filled my body. My own tool was leaking in anticipation. Our moaning grew louder. __________________________________________________________________________ OK, hate to leave you guys hanging but I have some domestic chores to finish before I let Stan and his sailor do their thing. Comments welcome: jaskejr@hotmail.com.